It was a blank night, no stars.
I could barely see the moon too.
I could hear the crickets singing melodiously.
I wanted to talk but it was so dark the moon wouldn’t listen to me.
I had a faint voice, a broken heart.
I was comforting myself in the dark.
I thought it was madness to count of those shining stars to listen to my cries.
But the morning turned a bright sunny day and so did I.